"Those pink smoke things you saw? Those were pieces of the Fates powers," Ezekiel said. "The Fates granted the Stone to the prophets, containing magic from the Fates's world, so that the Fates may convey messages to the prophets through the Stone."
"When the Stone shattered — something only possible with the combined force of the sects' powers — pieces of those magic escaped," Cheyenne continued.
"And became seers," Lillian finished. "Oh. So are seers are just walking pieces of the Stone?"
"They're not walking pieces of the Stone," Christopher said. "They're human beings. Human beings who were at the wrong place and time. The magic within the Stone runs amok in our world, choosing to infect babies when they are born, cursing them with the power of the Fates."
"Seeing the future doesn't seem to be much of a curse."
"I once said that destroying the Stone has the potential to raze this world to the ground. The existence of seers is the only thing that has ever happened in our world that is not ordained by Fate," Cheyenne explained. "If you were an almighty being whose power is being subverted by a human, a human who is infused with magic from your world, how would you feel?"
Lillian gazed at the books stacked against the corners of the tent, inscribed with an unreadable script on the spines. A fanciful prop to bolster the fortune teller aesthetic or were there actually grains of truth hidden within the book's pages?
"I asked Ameria about how seers came to be earlier. She called them a — an abomination to nature. Is this what she meant?"
Cheyenne's forehead creased. "She said that?"
"Uh, yeah."
"This could be what she meant, yes," Ezekiel answered. "In the eyes of the Fates, seers are very much a pest that they can not stamp out."
"You guys said the sects see Fate as your ruler. This just sounds unnecessarily cruel."
"Sometimes rulers are dictators," Christopher said. "But it's kind of hard to overthrow the very maker of destiny itself."
"Well someone is obviously trying to," Ezekiel muttered. "And seeing how they stole the Stone, they're succeeding somewhat."
"Our magic came from the Fates," Cheyenne elaborated. "They gave it to us as an intentional gift, one they came weave into the fabric on the universe they designed. But the existence of the seers was never part of the Fates' intention.
"Us humans are not supposed to know what the Fates have planned for us. But seers, endowed with magic from the Destiny Stone, can see the Fates plans uncensored. Knowledge is power, and with that knowledge, seers can dismantle everything the Fates have ever planned. The Fates do not see seers as subjects, but as invaders and threats."
But Ameria was just thirteen years old. She definitely seemed like the type to go crazy and sow chaos without abandon, but a true genuine threat to the fabric of reality? It was borderline ridiculous. As carefree as Ameria may act, there was a cautiousness and anxiety to her too, as if one step in the wrong direction would set her careening off a precarious path.
"Why did Ameria leave?"
Cheyenne smiled sadly. "Ah yes. The Destiny Oath. Perhaps the Fates' cruelest invention."
Author's Note:
A super short one this time, but at least I'm cranking out chapters at more than once every few years now. It was like one week? Two weeks? Three? Just a few weeks this time. Fun fact, I wrote this in an hour, hence, the short length.
~Willow
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The Makers of Destiny: Monarchy
FantasyLillian had always been intrigued by the strange girl who yells at her while walking to school - a girl who Lillian had taken upon herself to call ghost girl. It was only when she found herself forming a tenuous friendship with ghost girl, did she f...
